Okay, I'm having more fun with the Uchihas. This isn't related to Peanutbutter, Jelly, & Whipped Cream in anyway. This is the prologue, and is important later on (sorta).

Disclaimer: I do NOTown Naruto. I did make up Haruka though. Everything belongs to its respected owner(s).

I am trembling in fear. My father is mad at me. He actually took me outside today to teach me a new move. But, like everything else I do I mess up. He doesn't like mistakes, and all I am is one.

My name is Haruka, it means distant or far off. I am currently five years old am and afraid of everything. People, sleeping without permission, talking, eating without permission, bugs, air, water, and worst of all my father.

My father is the feared Uchiha Itachi. The one that killed his whole clan at age 13. Yep, that is my father. Not only did he do that, he also killed my mother for me being born a girl. Now, I am expected to be perfect and I am far from it. I mess up on everything and am hurt constantly. It isn't because I am a klutz though, it is all because of my father.

I hope he doesn't hurt me too much this time for messing up. I am hurt enough and unhealthy as it is. I have scratches, bruises, and scars all over my pale skin. My hair is stringy and dirty; I am not normally aloud to wash it. I also just don't look like a kid. I know what kids look like from a couple pictures I see every now and then. I never met another kid or had a friend, so it is hard to say if the pictures were accurate. I think I look more like a beaten dead puppy laying on the road for a couple days, being carelessly stepped on.

I am looking at the ground. I can feel my father's death glare directed at me, scaring me; like usual. I wait to be hit, and lectured. I hear a grunt, and I slowly look up; wondering what father was getting at. He doesn't make unnessicary noises.

I do not see him angered or glaring at me, though. I see him, laying on his back on the ground with a knife going thorough his chest.
Suddenly a guy with a cat mask on jumps out of a tree. He touches my father's neck for a couple of seconds and shouts, "HE IS DEAD!"
More masked people jumped out of trees from all directions, cheering and celebrating. They must be enemies of my father, otherwise they wouldn't be cheering about his death.
Killing my father or not, they are all scary. I don't want to be around them. Maybe I can sneak off, but what if they find out and hurt me. I wish I can ask somebody, but I never had anybody to do that. My father always would glare at me, or hurt me if I asked unneeded questions. What should I do?

Finally, after pondering for a couple of more seconds I decide to try and leave. They haven't noticed me yet, so I think I can get away with it. I slowly start walking out of the field we were in, and towards the tree line. As soon I was almost there one of the masked people said, "Who is the girl?"
I stop dead in my tracks, and stare at him, now tremoring in fear, which is probably obvious in my coal black eyes. If they killed my father they wouldn't have a problem in killing me. Father is their enemy, so his daughter would be too. I don't want to die. I am only five, and afraid. Why can't they all go away?

"He is rumored to have a daughter, do you think..." One of the masked people trailed off, looking at me.

She does kind of look like him," another said, getting closer to me. I instinctively back up, and just my luck, I backed up into another scary masked person, who must of appeared behind me.

"Lets take her back to the village; shes hurt, in bad condition, and no threat. Even if she is his daughter, he is dead, so she can't feed him information," the masked person, who I just bumped into, said. A mummer of voices agreed. I didn't want these scary people to take me somewhere. I just want them to disappear. They are scary; I do not want to be near them.
I feel a hand on the back of my neck. Suddenly, everything goes dark. I hope that didn't kill me, and it just knocked me out, like my father has countless times.